Calgon, take me away!

when my kids were small i contemplated how my life would change when they grew up and moved out and on.

i could take a bath with no one banging on the door needing to use the bathroom. we only had one bathroom for about a third of their lives - it just seemed like an eternity.

i could take a bath with no one banging on the door demanding the whereabouts of his/her favorite toy. scary thing is i usually knew the answer.

i could take a bath with no one calling from 911 asking if our house was really on fire and should they send help. that one was exciting - but i'm really glad they called first.

i could eat hot foods hot and cold foods cold. actually, i kinda like everything room temperature these days.

i could drink my drink without sharing it and getting those "floaters" that magically appeared. now i have four legged beasts that will lap up anything in a cup without the benefit of "the magic word."

i could watch TV that was geared towards minds that dealt with mortgages, grocery lists, and budgets that didn't budget. in other words - NO PUPPETS!

i could actually find a pen, a stapler, my keys, the bottle of crazy glue, and BOTH of any pair of my shoes without holding The Inquisition.

i could plan a week's menu that didn't include macaroni and cheese, grilled cheese toasties, or string cheese. the latter which was invented by a desperate soccer mom who was hungry from all that car-pooling and tired of eating little graham crackers shaped like cuddly teddy bears.

all that contemplation got me nowhere. . .

i used to think my bath time was too short unless i started to wrinkle. but at my age, well, let's just say i don't need any help in the wrinkle department.

i used to think food served at the perfect temperature ensured perfect enjoyment and a drink without floaters would be heaven. not so much. . .

i used to think TV could stimulate my intellect - well, yeah, no. . . yeah, i'm pretty sure, no. . .

i used to think the kids were the reason i couldn't find anything around the house. hmm, still looking for one of my boots. . .

i used to think menu planning was mindless. i realize i just eat yogurt for breakfast and lunch only having to worry about what's for dinner these days.

now i know that i sorta miss some of the above mentioned schtuff and am looking forward to another generation of Corlew's running around wrecking havoc and fun and leaving handprints and hugs every time they leave the room. . .just not anytime real soon.

silence may not be golden but it is quiet

the last two weeks have been quiet.

internet and networking issues have been plaguing our home. (we will be switching internet and phone and tv provider next month. . . there were so many people jumping ship that the install dates are 5 weeks out. so the next 4 weeks will be interesting fighting to get and maintain a connection. . . i think i will be spending a lot of time at the library.)

and i dropped my cell phone in a cup of coffee. . . yeah, i know. . . i was on a land line and my cell rang so i picked it up to see who it was, looked, and then dropped it my into my cup o' java while attempting to answer a caller's question, grab a copy off the printer and place my cell back on my desk. . .

note - out of desperation, i got on youtube and followed somebody's directions on how to "save" a submerged cell . . . my cell works. . . kinda. . .

so, the last two weeks have been very quiet.
and the weird part is. . . after the first week of panic, nausea, frustration, and incessant talking to myself - i was ok with it being so quiet.
i wasn't lonely.
i wasn't frazzled.
i wasn't grumpy.

i think i might have been suffering from a case of a severe, self-imposed "online-itis." you know, the disease where you try to stay connected with at least 97.3% of the people who facebook, email, and text message you while attempting to stay well-read on today's current events, world-wide current events. . . AND live your life in the face-to-face world of family, work, friends, and more work. . .

i think i'll pencil in a couple of weeks for an off-line vacation come August. . .

I Love Jesus but I Drink A Little - the song

i hate country music - but i think this was a product of divine inspiration. . .
i wonder if if we can sing this at church. . .

Ellen DeGeneres ~ I Love Jesus But I Drink A Little (HQ)

ok, i know it's a little long - but i had to post this. . .